Devlin De La Chapa

every morning
he woke to the sound
of water running
down between her legs
God he loved her
this beautiful morning up
until her ocean of tears
clung helplessly
beneath the bowel of his board;
riding waves
tsunamis spoiling
what little damaging secrets
he harbored for his wife who
he buried in the sand of thoughts
eternally sloughing in mud;
she hands him his morning coffee
he smiles, his smile
a prelude to her death
behind the mistress
who awaits him in the ocean

©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on May 11, 2012, in Devlin De La Chapa, POETRY and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Devlin’s first poem on MM. I hope she sends in more. I’ve been following her ezine Boyslut, which she edits. Head to Devlin’s bio on the Poets’ Page for a link to this site of good poetry.

  2. Thank you, MM, for publishing my poem on your site! And your visits to BoySlut are always a pleasure, and much appreciated:)

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